[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "ISENSEAGREATDISTURBANCE..."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Colonel transmits, "....What?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "...STORM.HAVEYOUBEENEATINGONIONSAGAIN?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Slash Man transmits, "Can hear you from a mile away, tone it down."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Ring Man transmits, "Seriously, try to contain that to your own body."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Feste transmits, "Oh God! Not Tornado Onion!"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Storm Owl transmits, "Excuse me, Flame Hyenard?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Feste transmits, "How could you?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "YOUVEBEENEATINGONIONSAGAINHAVENTYOU?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "ISMELLITFROMOVERHERE."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Colonel transmits, "..."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Slash Man snickers.

 

[Radio: (D) RF-MH] Bolt Kraken transmits, "Good evening, everyone.."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Charge Man transmits, "Who keeps making that 'dot dot dot' noise?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Ring Man transmits, "How appetizing."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Feste transmits, "Sadface."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Storm Owl transmits, "Lt. Flame Hyenard, if you wish to address me, do so in person. However proper military decorum will be required."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "...RIGHT."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard starts to laugh.

 

[Radio: (D) RF-MH] Sasha transmits, "Good evening."

 

[Radio: (D) RF-MH] Bolt Kraken transmits, "Hello, Miss Sasha. How are you?"

 

[Radio: (D) RF-MH] Chuichi Zenigata grunts. "Good Eve."

 

[Radio: (D) RF-MH] Sasha transmits, "I am well. Yourself?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Ring Man begins transmitting random fart noises mixed with a few belches.

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "PROPERMILITARYDECORUM.AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Charge Man snickers.

 

[Radio: (D) RF-MH] Bolt Kraken transmits, "Fine, but busy."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Slash Man laughs!

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Krieger Wolf ahems. "Major?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Feste transmits, "Yes sir, General Turkey."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Ring Man transmits, "Gobblegobble."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Charge Man laughs even harder.

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Colonel ahem. "I believe that is enough. If there is a problem, you are both welcome to come to my office."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "YEAYEAYEASURE."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Ring Man transmits, "Just be sure you wear tight stockings and bend over a lot for him."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard stops his laughing.

 

[Radio: (G) Global] King does something very rare for him in suddenly transmitting on the channel. "It would appear that you are suddenly experiencing problems with...discipline, Colonel."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Charge Man transmits, "'Office', huh?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Colonel rumbles irritatedly.

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Search Man | Right says, "Sounds like you need to send some people to boot camp again!"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Ring Man transmits, "Is that a rumbly in the tumbly I hear?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Cut Man transmits, "DJUMBO."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "NOWNOW.THATSNOTTRUE,KING."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "ONLYSTORMOWLISHAVINGDISCIPLINEPROBELM.COLONELHASGOODGRASPOFSITUATION."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Charge Man transmits, "I have a craving for roast beef."

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Colonel: You say, "I leave Lt. Flame's foolishness to you, Colonel, however I assure you that I will not tolerate this sort of idiocy aboard my ship. Nor will I have my authority insulted by a member of our own faction."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Ring Man transmits, "Be sure to discipline him with extreme prejudice. And spanking."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Charge Man transmits, "Ring, put on your maid outfit and make some for me!"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Dust Man transmits, "..."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Dust Man transmits, "Ring. Have you been raiding Plant Man's closet again?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] King transmits, "Given Colonel's position within your organization, Repliforcer, I would believe that any discipline problem between yourself and Storm Owl would translate to a problem for -himself- as well. I admit I would be most curious to see how it shall be...dealt with, but...such is not to be."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Feste imitates Ring Man. "And be sure you tape it, Colonel."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Ring Man transmits, "I don't do drugs, Dust Man. I'm high on life."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Feste imitates Ring Maan. "Rowr."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Ring Man transmits, "I also drink my milk and stay in school. Cuz school's cool."

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Colonel says, "He barely listens to me. He will only absolutely obey Red."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Cut Man transmits, "We went to school?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Dust Man transmits, "You didn't?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Dust Man transmits, "I did."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Charge Man transmits, "What's school?"

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Colonel: You say, "That is illogical. It is a danger to Repliforce's command structure to not have it respected. Quite frankly, Colonel, whatever steps are required to make him see reason, we must look into it."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "KINGREMEMBERYOUOWNORGANIZATION."

 

[Radio: (B) Main] Colonel transmits, "Your antics end today, Heynard. You, no matter what you believe, are a member of Repliforce, as is the rest of Red Alert. I am aware that you would prefer to only have to obey Red, but that is not possible. We are left with two choices. You either act like what you are, a soldier of Repliforce, or you may leave us, and Red Alert."

 

[Radio: (B) Main] Flame Hyenard transmits, "FINEFINEFINE."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] King transmits, "You mistake liberties given to certain individuals as lack of discipline."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "ISNTITROBOTMASTERPOLICYTOFOLLOWWHICHRAIDWITHAKEGGER?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "(Each, not which)"

 

[Radio: (B) Main] Colonel transmits, "This is your last chance. Do not disappoint me."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Charge Man transmits, "It's Robot Master policy to kill you, you little pile of crap."

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Colonel: You say, "Excellent, Colonel. If he missteps again, however, I do plan to take matters into my own hands."

 

[Radio: (B) Main] Flame Hyenard casually drinks. Whether he was listening is anyone's guess.

 

[Radio: (B) Main] Storm Owl transmits, "Do not take this threat by Colonel and myself lightly, Lt. Flame Hyenard. I will file papers to discharge you from the service if you continue to hinder our chain of command."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Charge Man transmits, "Heh, scared the little weenie away."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Ring Man transmits, "A kegger does sound nice."

 

[Radio: (B) Main] Flame Hyenard sips again.

 

San Angeles - Historical District

 

        Entering this room make you look around for the DeLorean. It's as if you are stepping through periods of California history. Everything from real horse drawn buggies and rail-driven trolley cars to reploids hoverboarding can be seen traversing the landscape. The structures reflect this as well. Walking along you can pass a stucco Ranch and a two family Tudor in the same block. Many tourists come here to get a taste of yesterday and bother the residents with pictures and dumb questions.

 

86 Bellevue

 

Barricaded Streets <BS> leads to San Angeles - Quake District.

North <N> leads to San Angeles - Sierra Nevada Outskirts.

West <W> leads to San Angeles - Residential District.

Northwest <NW> leads to San Angeles - Downtown.

 

Bolt Kraken has arrived.

 

Chuichi Zenigata arrives from the Downtown.

Chuichi Zenigata has arrived.

 

        The historical district has it's usual bustle of tourists, and in one such section, Bolt is in a section about California's history concerning marine stuff, like fishing and sciences/breakthroughs. Well learned in marine biology, he also spends time boning up on marine history as well.

 

Chuichi Zenigata is out on patrol! Well, not really. Officially he doesn't have any assignments yet, but in his own mind the patrol never ends. He is an officer of the law, and fighting crime is a constant war that never ends. As opposed to the regular non-ending wars which are fairly common.

            He walks slowly down the sidewalks, occasionally stopping to stare at suspicious figures or activities, eyes shifting around and regarding various people and objects with suspicion. 8 feet tall with an old style Fedora and trenchcoat, Chuichi is attracting a fair bit of attention and suspicion himself. He stands out like a sore thumb.

            In truth, he misses Japan. He /always/ misses Japan when he's not there, and he generally avoids it nowadays. It is governed by crime now... it /bothers/ him. So he's in the historical district, reminiscing on the good ol' days.

 

Storm Owl cares nothing about the history of the trolley car, or the the Golden Gate bridge, or whatever other inane thing that the historical district might offer in the way of a tourist centre. No, Storm Owl is only here because one of the many arms suppliers that keep the Fortress V operational requested a short, informal meeting here. Something about wishing to renegotiate certain legal parts of this contract and that. Although held in sunny San Angeles in a beautiful little sidewalk cafe with tables that have bright umbrellas hanging over head, the meeting would be horrifyingly dull to most people. Clause 45d should be rewritten to include this potential situation, perhaps we can renegotiate the price of type X4 power couplings to adjust it with current trends in the market, lets extend subcontract fourteen for an additional six months... well... you get the idea. The meeting on the patio has been concluded, however, but Storm Owl remains in order to read over the local paper with a coffee on the table.

 

Bolt continues admiring the history himself...and then walks around a corner to where the cafe and Storm is at. Being a well-known military figure, Bolt recognizes Storm Owl from his days in Repliforce, well, brief years at least. PLus, he hasn't seen Storm in person for /ages/. He begins walking over to the cafe to get a closer look.

 

Generally, Chuichi makes mistakes. Costly mistakes. Mistakes that cost him his original job on a police force in the midwest. Not mistakes about who the villains are, but mistakes about who the forces of justice are. Zenigata once made a bad mistake, arresting an undercover police officer and ruining his cover. That got him fired. So now, at Interpol's request, he has been studying high profile Hunter and Repliforce rosters. No sense in making that same mistake twice.

            He almost makes it anyway. His mind is a muddled array of images and faces, and he is having a little trouble telling whether or not the gentleman sitting at the outdoor cafe is Storm Owl or Anarchy Albatross. But he definitely recognizes the face from /somewhere/, so he's probably important. Still... that /could/ be Albatross in disguise. Only one way to find out. Chuichi walks over to the sidewalk cafe and calmly approaches Storm Owl's table.

 

Flame Hyenard has connected.

 

Storm Owl turns his newspaper over to a new section: 'Neo-Arcadia - Saviours of Humanity or Mavericks pt II?' An editorial screams. Storm Owl ignores the article and instead focuses on what seems to be the stock prices. Before he can truly dive into financial fun, the Repliforce war bird becomes aware of two individuals slowly approaching towards him. One he does not recognize, and he dismisses Chuichi as someone who just happens to be passing close by. The other, however, is "Bolt Kraken." Storm Owl says, leaning back in his patio chair as he sets the newspaper down on the table. The usual monotone that he speaks in has a very faint hint of surprise.

        Storm Owl and Bolt Kraken have a lot in common, really. Both have had good friends lost to the Maverick cause. While Storm Owl was not related to Storm Eagle in any manufacturing way, they were close comrades. Indeed, it /has/ been ages since Storm and Bolt spoke to each other. The Repliforce Aerial Forterss Commander gestures to the empty seat across the table.

 

Bolt begins to snap off a salute, old memories rushing back, but he realizes he's a Hunter now. "Um, h-hello Storm Owl...it's...good to see you again..." he says, a bit nervously. He takes the seat, as asked. "I hope I'm not...interrupting anything?" he asks, calming himself down.

 

Chuichi Zenigata has never met or spoken to this individual, be he Owl or Albatross, but it's never to early to say Hello. Inwardly he considers buying a guidebook to birds. His suspicions increase as an aquatic individual unknown to him begins speaking to Owl. Hmmm... comrade or cohort? He seems to remember the face from somewhere, probably from one of the dossiers. The plot thickens, and Chuichi is fairly suspicious at this point.

 

He pauses a moment, and then moves to the table, face betraying no emotions. He clears his throat. "Good Afternoon. I am Chuichi Zenigata, of Interpol. May I sit down?" That's right, just play it cool, everything's fine. No suspicions at all... really...

 

Why is Flame here? Really? You want to know? Do you really want to know? He has a camera. He is casually moving forward to Iris' house. Now, he doesn't want to tape Iris in the shower.. but he wants to make a recording of people that go into her house and never come out.. You may or may not see him.

 

Storm Owl returns the salute even though Bolt is no longer a member of Repliforce, and hasn't been for many years. Yes, ICly, Storm Owl would love to ditch Flame in favour of this loyal, respectful scientist. "Negative," he says, setting his news paper aside. The war bird rests one of his hands on the other as Bolt sits down. "What brings you to San-Angeles?" he asks, pleased that he'll have to have a reasonable conversation here. Before an answer can come, however, Chuichi speaks up. Storm peers in his direction and nods, "Very well," he says as if he were granting a huge wish. "I am Major Storm Owl, Repliforce Commander of the Fortress V. Good to have you here, officer."

 

Bolt replies, "I was visiting the marine history section to read about it...and then I saw you here. It's been a long time, sir...the last I really saw of you was 11 or so years ago, before I...resigned..." he looks to the officer. "I am Bolt Kraken, Hunter D-Class and former Repliforce."

 

Chuichi Zenigata nods slowly and takes a seat at the table. "Thank you. It is an honor to meet you, commander." Well, that was reassuring. He half expected Owl to announce "I am Anarchy Albatross, generic ne'er-do-well" and douse him with Napalm. He is pleased to see this is not the case. "It is also an honor to meet you, Hunter Kraken." He pauses and shifts uncomfortably. "I hope everything goes well today for you gentlemen? I am on patrol, myself."

            Remembering he is on patrol, he begins looking around carefully, looking for crime. No pleasant discussion at an outdoor cafe will deter his duty. He sees nothing out of the ordinary except for the highly suspcious fellow with the videocamera. He stares in the general directions, holding his chin and thinking aloud while making quiet muttering noises.

 

Storm Owl inclines his head, "Yes, your departure from Repliforce was a disappointment, Bolt." He says. "The Maverick Hunters are ill-suited for your strengths and abilities." It should come to no surprise that Storm Owl feels Repliforce is the superior organization here. "Your services would still be welcome in the Force, Bolt." he says. Storm turns towards Zenigata and, perhaps to his surprise, does /not/ say 'I am Anarchy Albatross, generic ne'er-do-well'. No, instead he says, "What sort of patrol?" Storm barely picks up Zenigata's mutterings with his superior hearing, and tilts his head slightly, "Is there something wrong?"

 

The benefit of having two other selves? You are very aware of your surroundings. When people start looking at them, they quickly stow the camera and begin to search for a place to act casual. Casual.. yes.. for a panting, rabid looking, slouch of a ever-burning reploid. But you are all just prejudiced. PREJUDICED.

 

Bolt's eyes cast down to his feet. "Thank you...for the praise.." Bolt says, in his usual mellow tone. "It would be an honor to be in Repliforce again, with my friends Jet Stingray and Tidal Whale, but..." he looks into Storm's eyes. "I feel that I'm destined to the Hunters...they have been my family for a while, now...I know some of them are unlawful, rowdy, and brash, but...their hearts are in the right place..."

 

Chuichi Zenigata turns back toward Storm Owl. He is oblivious to the fact that he basically trailled off into his own little world and began mumbling. A bad trait to pick up from your creators. He replies to Owl. "I am patrolling for those who would committ crimes, to find crimes being comitted and put a stop to them, bringing the perpetrators to justice. It is my never-ending task. And I have become concerned about a group of similar looking individuals that have a camera, are acting in a suspicious fashion, and appear to be on fire. All these things give me pause. I am a detective, and I see these things." He points in the general direction of Flame Hyenard.

            He also looks at Bolt Kraken carefully and "Hmmmmmm"s out loud. That /unlawful/ definitely raised some alarms in his head.

 

The Hyenards are starting to act casual now, blending into the scene by each purchasing ice cream cones from a street vendor. Now granted, they thought they were doing what was right. They had surely believed Iris was a homicidal maniac and that only they knew her terrible Maverick kill everyone secret..

 

Bolt gradually sees the Hyenards. "Um...what are they doing?" he asks.

 

Storm Owl shakes his head at Bolt in disappointment. The Hunters will just squander Bolt's skills. Not only that, but 'destiny' is a poor reason to do anything. "I understand," he lies. Storm Owl understands nothing about being loyal to one's family. If the people you work for are unlawful, rowdy, and brash, then either you need to terminate their presence or leave yourself. Storm glances at Cuichi as he babbles about, and then glances where the other two are looking. "Flame Hyenard," he mutters, unaware of just how much he sounds like that stuffy old dean from <insert any college movie here> talking about the lead character in charge of whatever frat house the movie is about. He doesn't answer Bolt's question, as he has no idea.

 

Chuichi Zenigata looks at the Hyenard Collective. "They /were/ snooping around with a camera, but I think they may have spotted me. Now they're buying ice cream... while being on fire. I think they might try to make a break for it... Flame Hyenard, eh? Perhaps I should ask him a few questions..."

 

Bolt nods in response to Storm, but can detect that Storm does not truly understand what Bolt is saying. Perhaps he never will, since Bolt has some complex feelings and thoughts for a robot...but, Bolt still admires Storm Owl despite this. "I will continue to uphold the good things I've learned from Repliforce, however. Especially from what I learned from you, of keeping my emotions under control..."

 

The Hyenards stand around, casually eating the ice cream. They don't acknowledge Storm and his collective of stone-willed no-nonsense FOOLS! Curse them. They are the bane of his existence. Well, not really. But still. And no. Their tongues aren't on fire. ..right now. Anyways! They are there.

 

Storm Owl scowls in Flame's direction. "Unfortunately," he says to Bolt as an aside, "Rowdiness is no longer limited to just the Maverick Hunters. Were Red Alert's services not useful from time to time, that one would have been ejected from the Repliforce." And there he/they is/are, eating fricking ice cream after hiding whatever crime they were up to this time. Storm is silent for a few moments as he begins calculating the possible reasons Flame is here, and what he might want to video-tape. He runs this location through the Repliforce database in his head to find any similarities.

 

Chuichi Zenigata does not like the sound of this, not one bit! This Flame Hyenard seems doubly suspicious once identified. "It was good to meet you gentlemen, I hope we can forward to solving crime in the future. But duty calls!" He nods to both Owl and Kraken, stands up, bows, and turns to leave.

            He then walks at a fairly swift march right towards Flame Hyenard.

 

Storm Owl stands up as well, apparently not willing to let Zenigata leave. This Flame Hyenard has been quite disrespectful to Storm Owl's authority. "Bolt, if you wish to join us," he offers. Even though he disagrees with the kraken's decision to remain with the Hunters (or to have ever left Repliforce in the first place), Storm Owl does think highly of him. The war bird falls into step just alongside and slightly behind Chuichi, letting him take the lead.

 

Flame Hyenard doesn't respond to the approach. They all seem to be immersed in the joys of ice cream.

Bolt listens to what Owl says. "I see...I have not interacted much with the people of Red Alert..." he looks back to Flame again, and stands. "I...suppose I will, yes..." he sounds a bit uncertain, mostly of himself. Still, he follows.

 

Chuichi Zenigata approaches the Hyenard Collective, Hunter Class D and Repliforce Commander following shortly behind. He stops a few feet away from there. A tense moment of silence lingers, the three facing the three, and random cherry blossoms flutter in the wind. Suddenly. Zenigata reaches inside his trenchcoat and pulls out...

            A Badge! "Good Evening, Gentlemen! I am Inspector Chuichi Zenigata, of Interpol! I am sure you know my associates, Commander Storm Owl and Hunter Bolt Kraken. We would like a moment of your time to ask some questions." He pauses, and narrows his eyes. "Which one of you three is... the ringleader..." He looks at each Hyenard in turn. And their ice cream.

 

The Hyenard are in a bit of a triangle. They each point with their left arm to eachother, forming more confusion. "HEIS" They say in unison and go back to ice cream.

 

Storm Owl stops when Chuichi does, folding his arms and towering over both the officer and the target. He doesn't need to show his Repliforce badge as he has plenty of markings anyway. No requirement to identify yourself as a Repliforcer if it's clear just from looking at you. Storm Owl's gaze falls upon each of the three Flame Hyenards, staring at them each in turn. The Fortress V Commander is attempting to use his highly advanced senses to answer Chuichi's question in case Flame is not forthcoming with with a reasonable response. "Lt. Flame Hyenard. Answer the officer's question. Which one of you is the non-hologram." he demands.

 

Bolt doesn't say anything, preferring to just quietly /be/ there, letting the other two do the talking.

 

Chuichi Zenigata is a little less than pleased with the original response. His left eye begins twitching and he begins making loud grumbling noises. It takes him a moment to calm down and even then he's still grumbling a bit. He waits to hear a response, hoping Storm Owl will get a better answer out of him.

 

When Storm gives the appraising gaze, the Hyenard on the left steps forward. It was Red Alert's job to know quite a bit. And knowing about Storm Owl was a definite. Anyways. The hyenard finishes his own and takes a moment to lick his fingers before he stands up as erect as possible, trying to sound as english as possible. "LT.FLAMEHYENARDSPECIALOPSREDALERTMULTIPLEGROUNDATTACKUNIT.REPLIFORCEENLISTED.UNITNUMBER(blahblahblah).ILIKELONGWALKSONTHEBEACH,NIGHTSATTHEOPERA,ANDDANCING."

 

Sewa arrives from the Sierra Nevada Outskirts.

Sewa has arrived.

 

Storm Owl is now running two difficult calculations. He's still trying to figure out if there's anything important in this area, as well as now attempting to decipher which Flame Hyenard is the real one. The first problem isn't going so well. He's come up with many possibilities. Iris's nearby house being one, but there's no reason to suspect that over a host of other potential reasons. The second calculation, however, is concluded just as the Hyenard on the left steps forward. Storm is able to confirm (barely) that this is indeed the correct Flame. Storm Owl nods at Flame's response and ignores the bit about long walks on the beach. He glances at Chuichi, since this is his ballgame here.

 

Chuichi Zenigata stares at the left Hyenard blankly. It's fairly obvious he didn't catch all of that, and rather than admitting this he's going to play it cool. "Er... right then. Repliforce Dancing. Now, what business do you have in this historical district?"

 

Bolt Kraken has disconnected.

 

Suave? No. Bright? Yes. He can BS his way out of many a situation. The rest of the hyenards are leaning casually, starting to purchase sodas from the cart as well. Hyenard chuckles and waves to the cart a little. "BESTDAMNICECREAMINSANAN.WHYDOYOUASK?"

 

Storm Owl is entirely satisfied with letting Cuichi take control of this Q&A. While he normally would not let one of his officers be subjected to questions by an Interpollers without a good reason, Flame Hyenard is an asshole, and that makes it a-ok in Storm Owl's eyes. And so, the war bird remains standing there, taller than the others slightly behind Chuichi both literally and metaphorically.

 

Sewa walks into the area, in casual garb, 'her' cat-ears eerily still, perhaps, as it is currently not intercepting any transmissions. She spots two people she recognizes and one person she doesn't! She doesn't remember if she shot at Storm Owl with a Ride Armor before, but she's pretty sure she didn't, but who was it then that she shot? She can't remember. Ah well. She glance to the Hyenards that are hanging out at the cart, then the one that's all 'forward' and such. As it stands, Sewa assumes that is the real one, "How'ya feelin', Flames?", she says cheerfully, as if glad to see him. Yes, glad to see Flames. However, this may be because Sewa first met Hyenard in a manner that did not have his voice set on HIGH AND FAST OVER AND OVER AGAIN. "What's up?"

 

Chuichi Zenigata Hmmmms aloud and holds his chin. He leans forward and stares at the ringleader. He has a hat. "I saw you earlier with... a vi-de-o Camera! You did away with it shortly after I saw you... what are you up to!" He is suspicious... and the sudden presence of another suspicious figure makes him moreso! He turns to Sewa!

            "I am Detective Chuichi Zenigata, of Interpol! You are... an associate of Mr. Hyenard's?" He is suspicious! This person wearing a business suit might be in cahoots with Hyenard's plan!

 

Sewa is in casual dress. Descs are Sigma's children!

 

Casual Dress is suspicious! The Hat is Chuichi's.

 

The Hyenards each raise their hands to wave to Sewa. "HEYTHERE.NOTMUCH.." He looks back at Chuichi and his hat. "YES..IWASHOPINGTOCREATEAVIDEORECORDOFSOMEOFTHEAREAAROUNDHERE.THEMOREDATAACQUIREDONAPLACETHEBETTER.RIGHT,STORM?" He nods to the owl, looking over.

 

Storm Owl glances over his shoulder as another individual approaches the Repliforce master of annoying. Just what business this femme might have with Flame Storm cannot guess. The war bird then turns back towards Flame Hyenard. He hopes Chuichi has something better to go on than a video camera and a hunch. The first is hardly criminal, and the second is too emotional to be reliable. "Storm Owl. Repliforce Command." he says in his monotone to Sewa, since Chiuchi felt the need for introductions. Back to Flame! Storm doesn't even answer the question, but instead asks one of his own, "Exactly what useful data were you hoping to acquire?" he asks, actually somewhat curious.

 

Sewa says, "Zenigata? Isn't that a type of sword? No wait, it can't be. Huh. Well, maybe...", she looks the officer over and snickers a bit, "Man, you look like one of the noir detectives. Hehe.", she slinks up over nice and close to Flame Hyenard before adding, "Know who you are, Stormy, but nice to meet you anyway. Name's Sewa.", she's a Former Maverick! How suspicious, a former Maverick getting near Hyenard! Oh no! "Seems like you're under investigation, did you say something nobody wanted to hear again..?", she doesn't seem to dislike that idea, and smiles...and then tries to hug Flame Hyenard! Oh no! If successful, she will whisper something in his ear. Of course, she does this very carefully.

 

A hug? A HUG?! Sure, dammit. Hyenard doesn't mind a hug. Let's have a hug. He hugs Sewa.... then looks at her... and begins to laugh. He snerks a little.. and slaps her shoulder a little too hard. "GOODTOSEEYOU./GOOD/TOSEEYOU." Anyways. Back to the interrogation. "INFORMATIONONTHERESIDENTSANDTHELOCALBUILDINGSINCASEOFLATERACTIVITYORNEED."

 

Chuichi Zenigata gives the ringleader a suspicious look, and then inwardly reflects on his evidence. Lying? Probably. Certainly. But the story is backed up by evidence, and Zenigata doesn't have anything other than a hunch. His creators were very specific in illustrating scenario's when it's just better to give up. He doesn't like it, but it looks like Hyenard wins this round. Unless Storm Owl comes up with some evidence he knows he's sunk. He grunts and turns toward Sewa.

            Now THERE'S suspicious! Insulting, clearly working on insidious plots with Hyenard, and disguising herself as an ordinary citizen! And he's pretty sure that hug, if successful, is a trick. "Hey! I'm no sword! And don't make fun of my clothes, I'm here on official Interpol business!" He shouts angrilly, while pointing to his Interpol badge and insignia. "This individual is under investigation for suspicious activity." He doesn't mention the fact that he's probably going to get away scott free this time... THIS TIME...

 

It seems like everybody is asking Flame Hyenard all sorts of questions. That just makes him look even more guilty of... of... whatever it is that he's up to. "I see." Storm Owl says in response to Flame Hyenard's innocent reason for carrying a video-camera around. He doesn't sound like he really believes Flame. Shocking, I know. "Ensure that you do not break any San-Angeles's laws, Lt. Hyenard. Video-taping unsuspecting civilians may be against their regulations." But Storm doesn't even sound like he cares about the laws, per se. Like Chuichi, he has to admit that Flame has won this round. The fact that the officer is now defending his clothing and shouting at a civilian doesn't help his case.

 

Poor Interpol. Sewa lets go, winces at her shoulder, grins, and rubs at it a little, "Just suggesting a radio expert.", she glances at Chuichi and flashes him the brightest, brightest smile in the world, "I'm not making fun of it, I think it's a nice outfit. And you seem pretty upset, maybe you need a massage. I know this great place nearby... But what was he doing that was so suspicious anyway. I mean, there are plenty of obvious people to arrest out there, aren't there?", evil mean Sewa! She seems as pleased as punch. "I mean, I have a camera on me at all times myself.", she pulls one out and aims it at Zenigata. "It's pretty useful actually."

 

Flame Hyenard has won. Oh yes. He has won. He will always win, Turkey. ALWAYS. Until you kick him out. Or trade him for Glaive and he kills you all in a Maverick rage. But hey. That's his life. He looks at Sewa. "YEAYEAYEA..GETSNIPERIGHTONIT."

 

Chuichi Zenigata grumbles audibly. "Hmph! I only wanted to ask him some questions." He turns to Hyenard. "Right then. Keep your nose clean and don't commit any crimes! I've got my /eye/ on you!" He opens one eye really wide and leans in obnoxiously close to a Hyenard for effect. Inwardly, he elects not to do that again, the idea of being set on fire does not appeal to him at all.

He turns to Sewa. Dang kids and their rock music, always trying to interfere with police business. "I do not have time for /massage/!" He announces with clear distaste. "I am on official Interpol business, and must patrol for crime!"

            He turns to Storm Owl. "I am pleased to have met you and sorry to have interrupted your conversation and thinking! Please forgive me." He bows slightly.

 

Alas, Storm Owl would never trade Flame for Glaive. He wants someone GOOD, damnit! The war bird idly shakes his head as Sewa babbles about incredibly inane things. Not bothering to try and frighten Flame like Chuichi did, Storm merely nods to his fellow officer and at Chuichi, apparently accepting the apology for wasting his time. Storm Owl turns away from the trio and is preparing to head back to the cafe to finish his coffee and newspaper.

 

Sewa says, "You could investigate the massage parlor, perhaps they have shady dealings," she pulls up her camera and takes a picture of Chuichi. This will later allow her to fake being Zenigata, and cause mischief, or perhaps just use him to protect her identity and make him a target either way. Still, it's always useful to have -some- way to fake being an Interpol agent. And so, Sewa adds Zenigata to her hologram listing. Not that anybody wouuld be able to tell. That would ruin the whole point of it.

        "Snipe, huh? Didn't realize he was into that, but I guess he's been taking extra breaks, or maybe I've just been lucky recently."

 

Sewa takes a holographic scan of Chuichi Zenigata.

 

Chuichi Zenigata grumbles! "Shady Dealings? Massage? You menace! Why I oughtta!" He is interrupted by a sudden flash of light, a picture being taken. "GRRRRR! You just stay out of trouble!" He storms off angrily! Probably to go look at Dossiers.

 

Flame Hyenard simply gathers his camera up as he looks over at Storm, grinning. "ILLSEEYOUBACKATTHE'FF',/SIR/." He grins at Sewa and gives a little wave as he meanders on his way...

 

Chuichi Zenigata enters the Residential District.

Chuichi Zenigata has left.

 

Sewa waves after Flame Hyenard... and then sticks her tongue out flamboyantly after Zenigata's retreating form. Take that! Sewa then returns her tongue to its rightful place and adds to Storm, "So. How are my kids doing?"

 

Flame Hyenard has disconnected.

 

Storm Owl reluctantly nods at Flame Hyenard's sudden burst of respect. He's up to something. The war bird halts in his departure long enough to turn to Sewa and rattle off a list of names and services records. It's all dreadfully dull stuff, and is pretty much centered completely on their service to Repliforce, and not how they're doing personally. "Anything further than that, however, is classified information." he says at the end.

 

Sewa raises an eyebrow. "Uh...huh.", she says, trying not to be rude. She -was- looking for other information, but it is good information to know, even if it's dull information. And dull information can be te most important. "That's alright, was just wondering what they've been up to since it's been a while. I hope they are enjoying their service."

 

Storm Owl fights the urge to sigh at this line of questioning and barely wins. "I'm sure they are doing just fine and are enjoying their work." He lies. He doesn't know. He hasn't a clue beyond figuring that they can always resign from the service if they no longer wish to be with Repliforce. "Regardless, Sewa, I have duties to attend to. I'm sure you can reach your children if you have any further questions." Can you tell he isn't very good at answering how people are doing?

 

Sewa probably will, since she's all suspicious now, "Alright, I'll catch you later, sorry for keeping you." She says, almost -nervously-. Hey, Sewa cares about her babies!

 

Storm Owl inclines his head, "Not a problem, Sewa," he lies again. Thankfully, he's pretty good at it. Storm Owl's coffee is probably cold, and someone has probably stolen his newspaper off his table. What a waste of time this has been, no?

 

Sewa nods and heads off quickly before it's too late!!!!!1111111111111